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Chapter Six

Friday, September 26, 1958

Maeve stopped at the gas station for the last time, she hoped. She pulled through then parked in back. She went to the men's restroom; the guy there was a repeat from yesterday. She took off her jersey dress, hung it over the stall, then bent toward the sink.

Maeve was noticing that all her motions were becoming mechanical. She passed through events without noticing or feeling as much as previously. She had imagined a heightened sense of touch, her limbs tingling with sensation. Instead, she moved through her day with a sense of ennui; is that all there is to fucking? she would think sometimes.

She felt like a puppet, a wood puppet. She was supposed to be in charge, not a puppet.

The guy finished in her then left the restroom. She put the seven-fifty he'd given her onto the towel case. Another came in and took his turn.

Wilbur came in next, she was watching in the mirror and saw his face. He grinned as if he owned the whole world. He was quicker this time, he panted over her, mauled her breasts, backed away, zipped himself in, leaned against the tile wall behind her.

Maeve took down his seven-fifty before turning to face him. She slapped it into his hand.

She watched his face, then said, "This is my last day, remember?"

He smiled, then spoke quietly. "Mam. Do you know how much I make a week at this job? I make more than that each day off you." He paused, stood away from the wall, took a step toward her and put his hand to the side of her head.

She angrily pushed it away.

"Mam, you keep hubby happy all weekend. You show up here Monday morning." He put his hand back on her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. " You don't want anything bad to happen, do you? Mr. Denton finding out his wife is a cheap whore? Bob is good at breaking bones, you don't want him to do that to you, do you?" He pushed her head sideways and stood back a step. "You'll whore good and hard for me today, you'll be back Monday to whore good and hard all next week. The week after that, and the week after that."

Maeve stood still looking at him. She was trying not to cry. She shook her head. He slapped her. Her body jumped. She looked at the floor and started to sob. She saw a large dark spot on the floor by her feet, fresh cum had dripped onto it, pearly and bright. She looked up at him.

He smiled and shook his finger at her.

Maeve realized she could smell him, a strong musk odor, not completely buried by the smell of old piss. Tears ran down her face.

"Your choice, mam." He took a step closer to her and touched her stomach, his palm slid to her side, then her back. He pulled her into his chest.

Her arms hung limply by her sides. She felt his uniform against her bare skin, the fabric felt coarse; she could smell his musk better now.

"What are you going to do for me?"

She could feel his cock grow hard against her. She looked up at him, she whispered, "Whore."

He shoved her away from him. "Good. Now get to work."

She nodded, she reached for her dress.

"You can go out to your car as you are."

"Please don't." Tears were running down her face. Her mascara had run.

"I'll take that." He took the dress from the stall and wudged it up. "You'll get it at your car."

"Please don't make me." She shook her head.

He opened the door, grabbed her arm and pulled her out. She could hear the service bell ring.

"I'll be right behind you."

She nodded. She walked to her car, her elbows pressed against her sides, her head meekly down. She stood at the car door waiting.

He shoved the dress into her stomach, turned and left. It fell at her feet. She bent to pick it up. She lowered it over her head, she did not bother zipping up the back. She got in the car and drove off. She didn't look to see if anyone had seen her humiliation.

She walked into her hotel room, it had not been cleaned. The center of the sheet on the bed looked stained and crusty. She left the door open, went over by the bed and took off her dress. She stood there waiting.

The motel owner was first. Mercifully, he did not try to choke her to death this time. Instead, he wanted her ass. Maeve realized she had forgotten the KY at Johnny's. She used her sloppy pussy to lubricate her asshole and prayed.

He was rough there, too. She could hear him grunt as he hammered her. She felt the bed shift, heard him leave.

Bob came in. He used her asshole, next. He wasn't as cruel as the owner. Maeve lay under him imagining him breaking her bones; first her fingers, then her arm bones, then her leg bones. He would finish by breaking rib bones. He would just about kill her. She could feel that in him, the ability to change swiftly from gentleness to violence. He did not even need to be angry with her to hurt her. It would be just a job. She remembered as he pummeled her ass him saying yesterday that it was his job to protect her.

Who would protect her from Wilbur and Bob? Would Johnny?

Maeve didn't think Johnny would protect her.

Bob was done.

After he left she went into the bathroom and washed herself in the sink. She thought she looked terrible in the mirror. She was drying her face when the first guy sent over by the motel owner knocked at the door.

Maeve worked until seven. She made one hundred seventy-five dollars today. Wilbur got eighty-seven fifty (Bob took Wilbur's eighty dollars for him), Bob got his ten, and the motel owner got his twenty-seven fifty. Besides those three, nineteen other men had fucked her. She was sore and tired. She had Johnny's fifty dollars, but he was going to be angry at her. Tonight was the night of the party with his friends at his house. She had kept them waiting.

Maeve remembered her precious schedule. She had wanted Johnny to have at least twelve men there. She had fantasized about them being rough with her.

What had she been thinking?

Maeve pulled into the drive at Johnny's house. She sat and waited. She was late, it was dark; she could see lights in the house. The drive and street in front of the house was filled with cars. She picked up her purse and started to leave her Thunderbird. Johnny came out of the house and walked toward her. He was not smiling.

Maeve faced ahead as Johnny got in the passenger side and said angrily, "You're late. You've kept us waiting."

Maeve looked at Johnny tearfully. He was smiling.

"I worry about you," he said.

Maeve started to cry.

Johnny leaned to her and held her. "You've had a hard day?"

Maeve nodded.

"You're ready to tell me?"

Maeve nodded. He held her head close to his shoulder.

Johnny released her and gave her a kiss. "We need to park your car at your home." He wiped her cheek with his thumb. "But first," he paused, "you have something to give me."

Maeve looked at Johnny. She bent her head and watched her hands as she opened the purse between them and removed Johnny's money. She handed it to him.

Johnny folded the bills and put them in his shirt pocket. He opened the car door and said to her as he stepped out. "I'll follow you in my car."

Maeve drove to her house and waited in her red Thunderbird. Johnny pulled up beside her in his white Impala and got out. He leaned into her driver's window.

"We can go back now, or we could dawdle at your home. Talk. Make love. Nap." He stood up. "I told them we'd be back at nine. You decide."

Maeve looked up at Johnny. She smiled at him, she opened her car door. "Here," she said as he stepped back. She kissed Johnny and walked to her door. She tried to make her walk sexy. She hoped he was enjoying it.

Johnny followed her through the house to Ronald's and her bed. She removed her dress and kicked off her shoes. She looked over to Johnny and enjoyed the look on his face. "I'm still beautiful to you?"

Johnny nodded, he started to smile. He sat down to take off his shoes. He watched her as she walked over to the bed and started to turn down the covers.

Maeve lay over Johnny, she used her muscles to stroke his cock as she talked.

"It wasn't as I thought it would be, Johnny." She watched his face. She relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of him in her. She propped herself on her elbows. "Johnny, I have a big problem." She kissed him, she was trying not to start bawling. "When I started out this week I thought it would be best to have a man find men for me. I told him he'd get half, he could fuck me for free and . . . well, that's how it started."

"So I've been getting half," Johnny said. He watched her.

"Less than half. There's Bob, Wilbur has me pay Bob to protect me. He gets ten dollars a day and he can fuck me as much as he wants." Maeve laid her head down on Johnny's shoulder. She looked away from him. "Bob's job is to make sure I do what Wilbur wants. Wilbur has threatened me. And then there is the motel owner."

Johnny lifted her head to see her eyes. "Wilbur threatened you?" Her tears fell on his chin and neck.

Maeve nodded. "I'm supposed to keep on whoring for Wilbur or Bob will hurt me. I'm —" She lay her head back down on Johnny's shoulder. She did not like the look in his eyes. "Johnny, let's roll over. Then fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard all the bad things will be — oh, Johnny, fuck me hard."

Johnny roughly turned Maeve onto her back without slipping out of her. His arms were unbent; he looked down at her. "Maeve, you're better than that." He started thrusting. "You gave me, what? Fifty dollars?"

Maeve nodded. Her eyes were closed.

"How many men today, Maeve?"

Maeve shook her head. "I don't know Johnny." She opened her eyes and looked into his. He was grimacing as he thrust. "Twenty, maybe more."

"Maeve, you're better than that." He picked up his pace. He bent down and they kissed. He raised his head. "Maeve, my friends back at my house," he spoke slowly, a breathing space between each word. "I'm getting twenty dollars each from them. I could get more." He was using his thrusts to emphasis his words. "You've been selling yourself too cheaply." He bent down and kissed her. He raised his head and strained. "I'm only now realizing how much you're worth to me." He gave a final thrust and pulled himself close to her.

Maeve held him close to her. Her legs circled his hips, her arms pulled him down to her as he crumpled. He was grinning like a fool.

"Maeve, I'm only learning how much you mean to me." His head slumped by hers and he panted.

A few minutes later Johnny raised his head. "Maeve, I've been joking." He rolled off her. "I'm so angry, the only thing I can do is joke." He stroked her breast.

Maeve looked at him, watched his face as his fingers moved across her breast, to her neck, down the center of her body, then circle back. "There's more," she said.

"I know, dear. You were so fine Monday. So beautiful, tall, gorgeous in your dress. You spoke so well, moved so well. All week I've watched you become degraded. You met me with your dress misbuttoned tonight. Yesterday, there was a large wet stain on the back of your dress."

He saw her face. "You didn't know about it?" She shook her head. She looked dismayed. "Everyone in the bar saw." He smiled. "You've always been exciting. You are always beautiful." He rolled to her and kissed her. "I want to see the old Maeve with her shoulders straight, cheeks flushed with excitement during conversation with friends. I want to see you use your body as you walk through a room so everyone will notice." He touched her nose. "I want your sense of humor to return." He kissed her. "It's almost nine. I promised my friends a grand entrance." He smiled. "Is it OK to tie you up again?"

Maeve smiled, she nodded.

"Don't worry about Wilbur next week." Johnny kissed her then sat up. "Do you have a pair of heels with straps?" He turned to her. He saw her smile at him. "And rope? I was hoping to get fancy."

Maeve smiled and nodded. She watched him get dressed, the sleekness of his body, the way he looked in different postures, the muscles across his flat stomach. When Johnny was almost finished, she got off the bed and went to her garage. She came back with a coil of cotton clothesline and showed it to Johnny.

"Perfect," he said. They kissed.

Maeve left the rope on the bed. She went to her closet and found a pair of black heels with ankle straps. She sat on the bed and put them on. She could feel Johnny's eyes on her. She hoped her breasts appeared beautiful to him, squashed on her legs. She sat up and smiled, then looked to him.

"I'll need you standing." He held out his hand. She took it and stood.

Johnny made her stand so her arms were along the side of her body, her hands, already tied, in front of her. He wound the rope around each arm, then around her body, taking special care to criss-cross her breasts. He looked at her, gave her a kiss and asked if she was ready. She nodded and he pushed her in front of him down the hall, to the other hall, until she was in front of the door. He made her hold the loose rope in her fingers. He drew her close to him and kissed her. "I'll have to leave again for work, I'll be back around midnight." He held her back from him. "I told them things were shutting down at two. You need your rest. Then you'll be free again for them to use from nine until one." Maeve nodded. "We don't have to be at Joe's until eight." Maeve smiled. "Ready?"

Maeve nodded, still smiling. Her eyes were moist.

"One more thing, then." Johnny pulled out a black band of cloth. "You'll wear this blindfold all night. OK?"

Maeve nodded. She shut her eyes and felt the cloth draw across her face and Johnny tie it at the back of her head.

"There." He took her arm. "Here we go."

She heard the door open, she could feel the cool air against her naked skin as Johnny slowly guided her on the walk to his car. They stopped. She heard the trunk open.

Johnny picked her up, his arms under her back and legs. He grunted, she rolled against his body. She was lowered into the trunk; one foot hit the edge of the trunk and was knocked sideways.

Johnny laid her on her back and tied her legs together. Strands of rope circled each ankle and each thigh so they were held closely against each other. He rolled her on her side.

"I love you," Johnny said as he shut the trunk lid.

She heard the car start, she felt it move. In the trunk she could hear plainly the sound of the tires on the road. There were different smells, metal, rubber, a faint odor of gasoline. There was a bounce when they left her drive, another when they went onto Johnny's. He shut off the engine.

Maeve heard the door shut and his footsteps. A minute or two later she heard steps and excited voices. The trunk opened and she heard them, louder. Their excited talk stopped. Maeve heard their quiet breathing.

Johnny said, "She's all yours, boys." He laughed. "Go on. Carry her inside." He paused. "She won't break. Will you, Maeve?"

Maeve shook her head, smiled.

She felt hands touch her, roll her on to her back. "Johnny," she said. She did not want to miss him.

"Maeve."

"You told them they don't need the ropes, didn't you? I'll do whatever they want." She paused. "Oh, Johnny, I wish I could see their faces."

"Maeve, you know why you can't."

Maeve shook her head. "Oh Johnny, I want to see their faces when . . . Oh Johnny. I love you."

She felt the hands release her, shoes scrape against concrete. Then she felt lips on hers. Johnny and she kissed.

The hands came back and they carried her into the house. She heard Johnny's car start then pull out the drive as the house door shut, closing out all sound from outside.

She was carried through the house. They were careful. She could hear their breathing. No one talked. She was laid on a bed. Ropes were untied as she heard a voice close to her say, "Maeve. This is Michael. You are in the garage. I have to leave soon, so I'll be first. We've fixed it up in here for you. Music, rugs on the floor, we have a sturdy picnic table at the other end of the room."

She was untied, she opened her legs. They started to talk; she felt the bed move.

"Are you ready?"

"Michael, show these fellows how it's done."

Johnny and Kitty lay naked next to each other after making love. Stars were overhead, the olive drab wool blanket lay wrinkled on sand.

Johnny enjoyed Kitty's feisty nature and her ability to be nice, even when she was upset. She had hoped he would take her back to his place tonight. She had hoped she could start making money tonight. On the street, in bars, she didn't care. She was tired of waiting tables. As soon as she started making money, she told him, she could quit her job.

"Dear," he said, "I was planning on introducing you to Maeve tomorrow. At Joe's. If you're sure."

"One more day?" she said. She sat up. She stood.

Johnny stood and followed her to the water. "One more day." He took her hand as they walked into the waves. "I was planning a grand introduction. An event, fireworks, bright lights."

"Coney Island?"

"Hers, I hope." They sat in the water, it was up to their necks. She climbed into his lap. "You said you didn't mind women?"

"Both ways, always have been."

She slid onto his cock and moved lazily back and forth. Johnny still was surprised at the sensation when they were in the water. He watched her face. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her hands were on his shoulders, he could feel her fingers move on him as if she were playing him like a piano. Her motions were starting to create small waves; he tilted his head back so his mouth was clear of the salty water.

She moved more rapidly. She was squeezing his shoulders now and huffing breaths of air.

He felt his body relax; he shut his eyes and felt her around him, moving lightly on him. He relaxed more, leaned his head back more so his body arched into her, he let go and came. He pulled her close to him. He could feel her sides flutter under his fingers, she was gasping, wide mouthed. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

They kissed.

"Think you could do that twenty, thirty times a day?" Johnny asked.

"Forty, fifty, sixty. I'd sure like to try." She rubbed his cheek with hers. "You feel great."

Johnny laughed. "It won't be so good with everyone, just ask Maeve. No bright lights, no jitterbugging most of the time." He kissed her. "It's just that us pimps and our whores have a special relationship."

She backed off him and floated in the water, her body rippling over the waves. "You owe me twenty, buster. My pimp is touchy about his whores doing it for free."

He floated on his back beside her. "I'll pay you when we get back to the blanket." He bumped her hard with his arm. "Don't ever not give me everything you make. Understand?"

"Loud and clear. Just like at The Pelican. They were touchy, too, on that subject. They never had a problem with me." She paused. "Not like with some girls."

"Maeve's going to do better from now on."

"You beat her?"

"No," he said. "Well a little." He paused. "She found herself working herself to death in order to keep up." He paused. "And I found out. And she knows I found out."

"She's still number one."

"She's still number one. Can you live with that?"

"If I'm number one point oh one."

Johnny stood up, bent and kissed her. He held her, she stood up and they kissed.

"Point oh oh oh oh one," Johnny said. "We need to dry off. I told them I'd be back around midnight."

"Two isn't close enough? The bars haven't closed yet. I could do some quickies for you."

"Midnight."

"Two things to remember, then," she said as they walked through the water, hand in hand, toward the shore. "This girl wants to work; you don't put her to work soon she'll find someone who's nicer. Second thing is, don't forget that twenty you owe me."

At the blanket's edge, Johnny said, "Be at Joe's tomorrow night after waitressing. You'll be put to work." He kissed her. "You can always leave if I don't treat you right."

Johnny bent to his pants, pulled out his wallet and took out a twenty. He handed it to her. Kitty took the bill and smiled. She bent down, picked up her purse and opened her change purse. She stuffed the twenty inside and took out a ten. She handed it to Johnny.

"I make the change," he said.

"Just testing." Kitty smiled. She put the ten in her change purse and took out the twenty. She handed it to Johnny.

He took it, put it in his wallet and closed it. "Don't say it," he said.

She shook her head. She started to put on her clothes.

Johnny started to put on his. "You have an opportunity to earn more on the drive back." He stood and smiled at her. "We'll even out things when we get to your car."

"Twenty?"

"If you're good, forty."

"I'm good," Kitty said.

Johnny thought about stopping at a bar and watching her work it, but shook his head. That was the problem with Maeve's thinking. She didn't see the big picture. Maeve and Kitty were too good to waste playing games.

They folded up the blanket and walked to the car.

Maeve felt hands on her, a cock teased her lips then slid across her nose. She reached up to catch it. The one in her pussy had been hammering away for what seemed like hours; she thought it might be Charles, but wasn't sure. She was surprised at how much of how she identified people was by sight or the sound of a voice.

They had grown quieter as time passed. When they first started, the room had been filled with loud, eager voices. She had been filled with cock.

She caught the errant cock and drew it into her mouth.

Now things were slowing. They weren't so slow that the men were using beer bottles like last night. That was kind of fun.

Maeve had had a break a while ago. She'd had some bread, cheese, and wine. She sat there eating, talking, it was strange not being able to see them. She made sure to keep her legs open in case anyone wanted to look.

Maeve missed seeing her own body, her skin, her hands, cum on her, they were doing more of that now because of goofy Alex. She did not mind. She liked to watch their faces as she spread the cum on her breasts, rubbed it into her pussy. She liked to watch their faces when she licked her fingers afterwards.

She could not see their faces, wasn't sure she was actually pleasing them as much as she hoped.

She hoped she was pleasing them.

One time earlier, she had been moaning. The guy fucking her was doing her well. She started to cry out, to wail — she came. The next thing she noticed was the quiet all around her, the person fucking her had even stopped. She started to moan again. The voices got louder, the guy fucking started again with a vengeance for lost time. She felt a cock in her mouth; her hands were drawn to other hard cocks.

The man in her mouth came, holding his cock in her as she liked. She swallowed as he spurted, she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, pressed it into the hole there.

She wondered if it were after midnight, if Johnny were here watching her. She wanted to make him proud of her. She wished she could see his face as they used her. She wished she could watch him stand up, come over, and take his turn. She wanted to feel his touch, the touch of his fingers, his skin, the touch of his eyes on her nakedness.

She wondered if the new cock in her pussy was Johnny's. She hoped so. She used her muscles to squeeze it, she swayed her hips. She hoped that cock was Johnny's.

If not the cock in her pussy, then the new one in her mouth was Johnny's. She took him down her throat.

Johnny watched Maeve and his friends. There were eleven men, Michael had to leave early. He looked around the room. There were less than eleven now. Some had gone off to go to sleep on the couches or in the guestrooms.

Johnny stood up and got a beer from the new refrigerator they'd put in the garage. Crazy Alex was still taking pictures. Johnny walked over to the wall where they had put up some of the photos of Maeve from the past several days. He smiled. He was getting orders and still didn't know what the price was. He wondered if albums could be made up. He wondered if it was possible to print books with photos like these. How would he sell them?

Johnny sat down in his chair and watched. He was thinking Alex's idea of movies was not so crazy after all. He thought they would keep it simple to start with. He'd buy Alex an inexpensive 16mm camera and see what Alex came up with.

Johnny had never seen anything in a stag film like he'd been seeing. Maeve was on her back on the table, her head hung over the edge. Two guys were at her, one at her mouth. She wasn't sucking him off; he was thrusting, using her mouth as if it were a pussy. Another man was fucking her. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, crossed. The man fucking her held her legs and was ramming her. He was talking, saying things while he was fucking her but Johnny couldn't hear him. Maeve was making choking sounds, her hands were hitting the table, and her body had ripples run through it.

Johnny looked at his watch. It was after two. He'd let these two guys finish, then Maeve and he would go to bed. He put his beer down, went to his friends, who were looking on at Maeve and the two men, and told them it was over until nine. The men stood and watched as if they were in a daze. Some had crazy grins on their faces. It was as if they were in rictus; they couldn't talk or do anything but smile grotesquely. Others nodded when he talked, but didn't move. They watched Maeve. Johnny had to take their arms and pull them out the door. It was strange. Once out of the room they became shy and had to go back for their clothes. And to seize another look.

Johnny had a glass of wine ready for Maeve. He stood at the table and made motions with his hands for the men to leave when they finished.

When the men were gone, Johnny looked at Maeve. Just looking at her made his insides hurt with wanting. He dropped his pants and shorts, held them up as he walked over to her legs. Johnny held her legs to his chest. He entered her, she was loose and sloppy. She felt wonderful. He thrust several times, then pulled out. He backed away from her, placed her feet on the table. He walked over to her face, holding his pants and shorts up so he didn't have to waddle. Johnny bent to her and kissed her, she held his head with her hands, held him away so she could talk.

"Johnny?"

"Maeve."

"I did know you." She started to laugh. "Oh Johnny."

He stood up. "Maeve. Do you think you could suck one more?"

She smiled, she opened her mouth.

Johnny slid himself in.

Afterwards, Maeve washed briefly in a sink in the garage then climbed into the bed beside Johnny. They napped in the garage, then walked hand in hand through his moonlit house past his sleeping friends. Johnny and Maeve lay in his bed together.

Johnny touched the tip of her upper lip with his finger. "You know, this part becomes swollen when you've sucked off a lot of guys."

Maeve nodded. "It will be normal again tomorrow morning."

"I like it." He looked at her eyes. She was watching him. "I love your body, its lushness, the aroma of your skin, its contours and softness. My eyes are little boy scouts every time they see you naked. They want to go hiking and explore. I like your flushed cheeks, your moist lips, how your body swells with use."

She smiled broadly at him. "I enjoy it when your little boy scouts explore." She looked at him and arched her eyebrows. "Do you think your boys are up to an expedition?" She smiled at him, snuggled closer. "A mission of mercy?"

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |
Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | The Schedule

The first part of Switch: a novel is Switch.
The second part of Switch: a novel is The Babysitter.
The third part of Switch: a novel is Comes the Bride.
The fourth part of Switch: a novel is The Revolver.

Disclaimer: Some of the things the characters do in this story are seen as offensive or frightening (even terrifying) by some if not most people. Please don't surprise anyone. Always ask first. Have an agreed upon safe word even if you don't do BDSM.

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